30 mile commute to work turned to shit about 10 miles in. I have been caught in snow, rain, sleet, hail etc. Do not think anything clenches one up quite as much as riding in dense fog in the dark. Thankfully god's furry woodland creatures and I came to an understanding. They didn't wander into the road and I did not hit them. I consider this a win.

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"People in this country sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." George Orwell
950R Super Enduro - 450EXC - Gas Gas TXT 280 - 2000 Honda XR100R - 1988 Honda Z50R

30 mile commute to work turned to shit about 10 miles in. I have been caught in snow, rain, sleet, hail etc. Do not think anything clenches one up quite as much as riding in dense fog in the dark. Thankfully god's furry woodland creatures and I came to an understanding. They didn't wander into the road and I did not hit them. I consider this a win.

Fog and darkness are a bad combination. I run into dense fog on my morning commute quite often in the late fall. Not fun.

Any condition that reduces my visibility (fog, rain, snow, darkness) causes me to instinctively tense up a little, and I can't stop holding on too tight to the grips. I have to force myself to relax my grip.

I have ridden a lot of places in a lot of conditions, but nothing compared to the dense fog I hit on the BRP up on Granddad Mountain.

I was with a group of six bikes. The fog was so thick you could not see two feet in front of you. It was all you could do to see the tail light of the person in front of you. Why didn't we stop ? We were so disoriented that we didn't feel safe or see a place we could safely pull over. We were literally going less than 10 MPH. We knew that up ahead was a restaurant and a large parking lot. But, just trying to find the turnoff was brutal.

There were also tunnels that we had to go through. THAT was incredibly disorienting. Going through the tunnel where the fog would abate for a minute and then seeing a wall of white at the far end was bizarre. It was so bad that when the other five bikes found the turnoff (A left turn) for the restaurant, even though I couldn't have been a few feet off the next bike's bumper (I was riding tailgunner), I didn't realize they turned off. I continued for a bit before I realized I was alone.

I made a very scary U turn and found the turnoff. I pulled into the large parking lot (Couldn't see the restaurant from the parking lot because of the fog) and didn't see my riding partners. So, I turned my bike off and listened. I could hear voices so I walked towards them and found them by the sounds they were making. All of them were scared that something bad had happened to me and they didn't even know where or how to look.

That was a few years ago and I haven't seen fog like that again (And I hope I never do). Getting off the mountain that day was an adventure to say the least. Thank God no one got hurt and we all survived. But, it never fails that when we are all together, one of us will bring up the day we road in a cloud !

I have ridden a lot of places in a lot of conditions, but nothing compared to the dense fog I hit on the BRP up on Granddad Mountain.

I was with a group of six bikes. The fog was so thick you could not see two feet in front of you. It was all you could do to see the tail light of the person in front of you. Why didn't we stop ? We were so disoriented that we didn't feel safe or see a place we could safely pull over. We were literally going less than 10 MPH. We knew that up ahead was a restaurant and a large parking lot. But, just trying to find the turnoff was brutal.

There were also tunnels that we had to go through. THAT was incredibly disorienting. Going through the tunnel where the fog would abate for a minute and then seeing a wall of white at the far end was bizarre. It was so bad that when the other five bikes found the turnoff (A left turn) for the restaurant, even though I couldn't have been a few feet off the next bike's bumper (I was riding tailgunner), I didn't realize they turned off. I continued for a bit before I realized I was alone.

I made a very scary U turn and found the turnoff. I pulled into the large parking lot (Couldn't see the restaurant from the parking lot because of the fog) and didn't see my riding partners. So, I turned my bike off and listened. I could hear voices so I walked towards them and found them by the sounds they were making. All of them were scared that something bad had happened to me and they didn't even know where or how to look.

That was a few years ago and I haven't seen fog like that again (And I hope I never do). Getting off the mountain that day was an adventure to say the least. Thank God no one got hurt and we all survived. But, it never fails that when we are all together, one of us will bring up the day we road in a cloud !

Yep been there done that. Afton mountain where Skyline Drive turns into the BRP. Sat there for at least three hours one day because it was not safe to continue.

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"People in this country sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf." George Orwell
950R Super Enduro - 450EXC - Gas Gas TXT 280 - 2000 Honda XR100R - 1988 Honda Z50R

Had a good 100 miles of dense fog on a beautiful Sunday morning leaving the UP of MI about a month back. Usually I'm Ok in fog but the wife was on the back of the Ultra Limited which increased the pucker factor by a solid 200%. It didn't help we saw probably a dozen deer along the way.
Was super happy when we hit Highway 2 and it pretty much lifted.

Did a ride on the BRP and Skyline Drive this Labor Day Weekend. Lots of rain and fog. The ride however was a blast. No one around except few spots near the big cities.
Roads were clean and the bike felt planted. Priceless ADV experience.

Last day wasn't promising. Anything above 2000 ft was in fog, often mixed with drizzle to moderate rain. It was easier with the rain. At least my face-shield easily cleaned just with slight rotation of my head. With the fog only, the droplets stayed on forever or until I wiped them out with my glove.

Farewell storm in NC after leaving BRP heading home. The wind gusts almost brought me down, while waiting for green light at this intersection.

For being seen better...I also use BRIGHT red/white LED license bolts, BRIGHT red 8" LED strips on each side of the rear fender, and BRIGHT amber LED marker lights on the front/sides. My Givi topbox has red/white reflective tape all over the sides and rear. I gently weave in my lane as I ride too, to create attention-getting lateral motion.

I have to ride to work somtimes from the middle of Tasmania to Hobart at around 5:30am in winter! (one hour ride).
I ride in ice, snow, rain and hail but the fog..... set of for work one morning got about five K down the road doing about 80km/h in good visability, came through a cutout in a hill and hit a wall of thick fog on the other side! instant fog up of both visor and glasses = whiteout!.
lost site of the road and the next thing I know is hitting the ground with force!. I had drifted across the oncoming lane and somehow I had let the bike tip over on it's right side!(chrash bars rule) my sholder took most of the impact and still gives me pain to this day.
damage = broken indicator mirror and pride.